It feels like one of those moments where you suddenly realize you’d been longing for something your entire life, but you weren’t sure what it was until it was standing in front of you. It’s like how I imagine it feels when an artist picks up a paintbrush for the first time, or a writer gets their first story down on paper. It’s like you know you existed before you found it—that thing, but you don’t know how you lived before it. You suddenly can’t imagine yourself being whole without it.
